Love is Pride and Moneys Conqueror
Prologue (of sorts)
Everyone knows that money equals everything. Everything being popularity, your status in life, and in some cases, your job. For the students of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, it was no different. If you had the dough, you got away with the pranks. For James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, that meant they were in control of the school. Well, that and their parents were the four most generous donors to the school.
This story is my adventures with these four boys. My name is Lily Evans and I am the lowest of low in Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. I am a muggleborn and a scholarship student. I am extremely studious to the point of me having only one friend. Well, okay I might have more than one but I think you get the idea. I should tell you more about myself before I begin.
My hair is to the middle of my back and the color of a leaf pile. A nice colored leaf pile that is. No those old ones left by the side of the road that are all nasty and icky and brown. Those ones are just nasty. My eyes are normally emerald colored but may vary depending on my mood. At least I think that happens. My friend Jessica or Jess told me so but I honestly don't believe people's eyes depend on their mood. It's so, not logical. I also happen to think I'm part albino. With my skin I mean. I am as white as the inside of a nice, fresh, crisp, clean apple. I also happen to think that the whole idea of bowing down to the four Marauders (the four boys) is the stupidest and most insane idea I have ever heard. Why would anyone want to worship a person who changes the girl on his arm as often as he changes his shirt? Well, I actually don't know how often they change their shirts but once again, I think you get the point. I for one don't worship them. I don't fight back though. That would be complete and utter social suicide. I mean they pranked one kid so hard he left two days after he got one of their letters. As I was saying, I wouldn't go out against them, but I don't cling to them like a drowning person clinging to a piece of wood.
Well, I didn't step out of line for a while but things started to change seventh year. New uprisings and killings by a crazed man and more pressure from them to worship them their final year of Hogwarts was definitely different from the years before. Okay maybe the worshipping wasn't any different, but the crazed man defiantly was. I really should start at the beginning though, shouldn't I"
The day my entire life went haywire started off like any other day at school. I got up, took a shower, got dressed, and went down to eat breakfast. My life didn't change until the fourth class of my day. It to started off normal but little did I know, it was going to be an explodingly enslaving class.